Our little Poets...
 

I want to know something...

Do you write poems? Sometimes when I'm listening some songs (for example Vangelis' music, Power of Love by FGTH, Loreena McKennit or some Meat songs) I have to raise up my pen. And then the words flow on the paper. Here is one!


Do you see the waves
As these are clashing with the rock?
And you wonder the caves
When this marvel's gonna broke

You did not expect to crumble
Sooner it was so strong
And now the feeble stones rumble
The revive is too long

I'm just waiting too
I would be entire again
I know it can't be true
But I hope that stop the rain

When I'm going to wake
For a shining silent day
I'm gonna enjoy ceasin' ache
And I will say for her a pray...


Well, do you write poems?

(Sorry my English! No! This is the free of the poets...)

Well White of High, i'm impressed. Very good. I had to write poems and story's, for Dutch, and we had to make a Literairyearbook......oh well, how do you write that, in Dutch it's called: litearaire jaarboek.
And it was very funny to do.

Well allright, some funny Dutch thingies.....smashed in to one big, huge poem!! Read it and Weap:

Vrij niet in de tuin,
maar in het riet.
Want liefde is blind,
maar de buurman niet.

Deze nacht was lang
de vorige dag was kort
Nu maar hopen dat,
Deze dag langer dan de nacht wordt

Ik hou van jou,
Ik blijf je trouw.
Tot de dood ons
scheiden zal.

6 jaar zijn we nu al bij elkaar
(effe overdrijven, hoe krijg ik het voorelkaar)

Geniet van de dag
geniet van de zon
open de deuren
en flikker van het balkon

En dan, een val van het balkon overleeft
(benieuwd wat de volgende dag ons geeft)

All the Dutch folks will see some familiar things. :lol: :lol:

Maybe I will learn the Dutch! :o

yeah, great language......but i'm sorry, can't translate it, cause then it wouldn't be funny any more.
But it's about a day in someones live, and what all went wrong, but on a funny way.

Like: Open de deuren en flikker van het balkon
is: Open the doors, and crash from your balcony

I don't write a lot of poems, or so, and the few that i've written, are not in English. But i think, maybe......a new topic is born.....and maybe we will find a second "Jim Steinman". Or maybe Meat Loaf can use some lyrics for Bat 3 :lol:

Why not?

Music by: Jim Steinman
Lyrics by: White of High 8O

Meat Loaf singing dutch? Or Hungarian?

That would be funny, because many english people have trouble to speak the words on the right way!

6 jaar zijn we nu al bij elkaar
(effe overdrijven, hoe krijg ik het voorelkaar)

Geniet van de dag
geniet van de zon
open de deuren
en flikker van het balkon

En dan, een val van het balkon overleeft
(benieuwd wat de volgende dag ons geeft)

he he he... I'm Dutch too.... [helemaal in een deuk hier] he he... :lol:

Well, nobody has got some poems?

Don't you promt to write poems Meat's music?

Yes I write poems sometimes. But it are Dutch poems too.

OK! Write our language!
My best poem:


S Én Mégis Tovább Szenvedek...

Félelmetes beteg vidék, ne akard hát felefedezni
Sűrű ködben árva világ, próbáld kérlek elfeledni
Sötétség a barlang mélyén, messze lenn a felszín alatt
Komorság és rideg bánat emel közénk magas falat.

Kérlek, menj és hagyj magamra egyedül a bánatommal
Felejtsd el e sivárságot, s én elfeledlek fájdalommal
Ne nézz vissza többé soha, dobd el kínzó fegyvered
Boldog leszel fényességben, s én mégis tovább szenvedek...


You don't try read it, if you just can speak Turkish, Basque or the dead Aramian.
What does it mean? Hmm... Hard, too hard!

I once won a prize for writing a poem about a child who was beaten. it was inspired by the middle verse from Rear View Mirror:

And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father's eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe he never let me leave
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears - so many wasted years before
my life became my own

I am in the middle of moving house, but if i can find it, i will post it here.
(It is in English but I will type it with a Dutch accent to please our European friends!!! :D )

:lol:

:twisted: I havn't written any poetry for years.All the stuff I did write,i've lost.Which is probibily a good thing because they were all very depressing :cry: .
As for learning Dutch...
I used to work on a cruise ship (King Of Scandinavia) which put into port at Ijmuiden every four days.I was the assistant cruise manager (which means managing the entertainment and doing anything the cruise manager didn't want to do :wink: ).
Eddie,the cruise manager,a very good friend of mine from Norway used to tell a joke on stage which was funny for all the wrong reasons.
He used to say that the Dutch first discoverd the beer then discoverd the language.I used to cringe as he'd stand there with an insanly pleased grin on his face,as a room full of Dutch people sat there in silence,glaring at him with daggers.Then he used to say the only words he had learned in Dutch were (I can say it but I can't spell it) God damn it.He's a really nice guy,just not very tactful :roll: .
lol :D
By the way,do any of our Dutch members live anywhere near Ijmuiden?

WOFH, very funny and nice language do you have. I didn't understand it, to bad!

Funny thing is that when i see a foreing language, i can't understand how other people can understand that. :lol:

I don't live in the neighbourhood of IJmuiden, I'm living in the North of the Netherlands.

I saw on a bus stop a strange duth poet:

Heb Lef stem LPF.

Conclusie:
Je moet echt lef hebben om LPF te stemmen.

he he... how do you do that, typing something with a Dutch accent?

IJmuiden, i know people there, they had a beautifull beach, a great "pier - this is dutch, don't know the english word) and it is a great city.

pier = plague ?

:twisted: Hey White Of High,are you telling us that the word pier means plague in Hungarian. 8O
Pier is the same in English,it's what the Americans call a boardwalk.
Unfortunatly I didn't see much of Ijmuiden.I used to go to work early and go to bed late,so my time in port was spent mostly asleep.Apart from when Eddie (the cruise manager) didn't fancy the job of dressing up as a giant dog as part of a company campaign.Guess who drew the short straw :lol: .Scaring real dogs was funny :lol: .Having the **** kicked out of me by the kids wasn't :evil: .

Michel!

Here is the answer to your first question: No!
But Freddy Mercury was singing in 1986 a Hungarian folk-song in concert. The title was: "Tavaszi szél vizet áraszt"
What does it mean? Hmmm...
"Springer wind is making flood water"

... Cause here is Danube and Tisza!!!

Well, here is another:

Please

Please, help me through
Help me through to heaven
I drifted and flew
Like a bolted dragon

Please, no let me here
Not let me here alone
I'm bein' lost in fear
Frozen blood and tremblin' bone

Please, open the door
Open the door of sky
It should be the first floor
Where I wanna live, love and fly

Please, hold me in peace
Hold me in peace of light
Swimmin' in the wild seas
I needn't cry and fight

I have always seen the tears
I have always been in fears
And I've never lived in sins
But I've never seen the sheens
I have always been in night
Always been on other side
And I've never seen the white
I've always felt the slight

Please, say me the meaning
Say me the meaning of my life
My lonely heart is bleeding
Solitude is my knife

Please, light the fire
Light the fire in my heart
Follow it what I desire
Give me the power of bright

I have always seen the tears
I have always been in fears
And I've never lived in sins
But I've never seen the sheens
I have always been in night
Always been on other side
And I've never seen the white
I've always felt the slight...

Do you know what I'm doing at now?

I'm translating DAnce Of The Vampires to Hungarian. My brother is an actor and sometims he directs dramas. I hope I will wrestle with it.
Anybody has got the full script, not only the lyirics of the songs?

3 songs are ready: Angels Arise, For Sarah and Endless Appetite!

Here's two poems I wrote a while back.

The Flowers Are Melting

The flowers are melting away
As I stare out the window
My heart seems in shadow
And I run
From anyone

And all I see is bitterness
Rain and cloud
Screaming out loud
To anyone who listens
Or who cares

Endless skies, are made of dew
As a new day is ringin’
Sow my peace of mind
With golden thread
Till I’m dead
An’ rotting in my grave

And I know that all is lost
Lost songs and broken poems
So save my breath
And a float it on the zephyr
Takin’ me to heaven.



The Firebird

Ah, the firebird that warms my breast
And causes me to love the world
The fire envelops me
Turns and twists and unfurls

Irony itself; and wise, so wise
It creates the very stuff we hate
But gives to us a thing we desire
It draws us in, we take the bait

Driving toward the violent flames
It spits and cracks and heats the air
The glowing embers dry my tears
That I had shed for unanswered prayers

The silent voice soothes my fears
And tells to me what I wish to hear
That the end of all of this suffering
Is coming close and near

The flame reaches out to me
Reaches into my soul
My eyes blaze with fire
The flames take control

I surrender to its almighty beauty
And give in to His healing
At once I feel free
I don’t want to lose this feeling

I must release it
Though it pains me
I let it out
And set it free.

our little poets
 

I would hope one day to have some of my words put to music - DESPAIR - Sadness comes all to often for me,
A light on the horizon I cannot see,
Is this how things are meant to be?
Each morning as it dawns,
Full of hope I pray -
Happiness and contentment may come my way.
But once again my wishes are jaded,
As another day passes and hope has faded,
Happiness in this life is not for me,
I can see it all now -
So please let me be.

Forever Touch
 

I've fot a song up on the General Messages board, as that is my first (proper) song

I'm gonna try and make a Cd (1) and I don't want it to be all cover versions!! :D

See ya later,
Danny

Well, all creative people here.

Maybe we must make a MLUKFC.com Forum Poets Contest of it!!
It is an idea.....

the Butcher, Tim

Tim,maybe not a contest,but somewhere to share our poems....i write poetr too.

White of High your poems are very beautiful.

i enjoyed reading the poems in this topic..the ones in English. I'm sure the others are good or funny but i'll never know.

Hi White,

Very powerful words. When did you write this?

Mariella

At now! In 10 minutes...

White, you are a genius!
Wish I could write like that.

Great day to you,

Mariella

Thanks!
And why? You find the answer in Site Feedback topic under '500 posts'! I don't know why there, but there...

I looked it up, yes why there?, but it's as good a place as any.
But I wouldn't have found it, if you hadn't told me!

So sorry for you, you are a very warm and loving person (most of the time) and you are very sincere. Please know you WILL be loved! Hopefully by this beautiful lady you love so much.
At least by many of us here. If writing 'helps' please write all the poems you want, you are very good at it!

Look after yourself,

Mariella

Hi
 

WoH man (okay, bad joke... :wink: )

Great lyrics.

You should be doing far greater things than what you're doing now.

By the way, what are you doing now? :lol:

Regards,
Danny
Future Singer/Actor/Director/Producer etc............. (I'll get round to them all - gimmie 30 years)

LIFE

I wish - I wish - I Wish,
A thousand miles away from here,
with our two children Oh so dear,
A sun that sets in a peaceful sky,
and leaves me asking Why? Why? Why?
Will we ever feel the gladness?
or are we destined for a life of sadness.
The future holds no threat for me
it is only to clear to see - to see.
Perhaps one day the sun will shine
in a way to be almost sublime,
and at that moment I will know how this life might try to grow,
and fulfuil dreams as of yet undreamed

The end of the road

He doesn't love me anymore
That I know for sure
He sees me as a waste of space
not wanted in his life

He puts me down
When I act like a clown
He cann't bear for me to be happy

He sees me as a millstone
forever around his neck
I wish I could escape this life with him

I've given him all I can
I cann't give anymore
That I know for sure

Future

Dare I wonder
Dare I perceive
A happier life if I should leave

A day thats filled with Joy and gladness
Not hopefulness and untold sadness

Give me the courage
Give me the hope
With this future life
I know I can cope

Can you not see?

Daysa of sunlight and joy,
were all I knew when I met you boy,
Yes, you gave me the world and everything in it,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

The years rolled by and the yearning became stronger,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

My bags were packed and ready,
A last wave, the tears flowed, but I couldn't stay,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

sad poems Dotster,but beautiful too.

Fly Free

Fly free
my heart will follow
your bright wings towards the sun

Fly free
my eyes will watch
your pathway
through the sky of no return

Fly free
and in the hollow
of empty years
that time will leave
in you
my heart will still believe
my eyes will never learn
but helplessly
shall search the skies
for thy return.

Re: Hi
 

At now I'm breaking with a girl!
In e-mail...
What a hell am I doing???

Beautiful Bren

This was dedicated to my late mum in law( an absolutely super person) by her husband.

MY DARLING

My Darling, My Darling,
You gave me the love that I was forever searching
Life became alive once more
When once again you opened the door to the treasure of heart, and the love of yourself
Yes dear I became alive once more.

The men recently in your life are lucky too
as they have known you through and through
They may have been good and kind, and left a slight pang for you in the past, now behind.

But ask yourself dear, did they not have their chance?
Or did they only want a sly romance?
Or did they only need their ego blue?
And not really want a permantly you.

My Darling, My Darling,
Don't ever lock me out
Give me your love, and you will see me true.

My Darling, My Darling,
On this birthday of yours, which I shall share,
and in sickness or health, I shall always care,
So don't chase moonbeams of bygone days,
Else you'll end up in a permanent haze.

My Darling, My Darling,
My Home, My Life, My Love is yours,
Not much to offer, no riches, or wealth
Just me, just me, just myself.

My Darling, My Darling,
Give me all of yourself, and you shall be my goddess of love,
Flying into my life and never out,
So that I can chant to the world what my love is all about.
Yours eyes are lovely and truly blue,
When thoughts of love enter you,
So keep them for me this way dear,
For no other and deeply clear.

My Darling, My Darling.

lovely Dotster

The Fancy Waistcoat And The Tambourine Band
 

The Fancy Waistcoat And The Tambourine Band
Screw the landowners
They don't deserve it
All the people on the other side
The ones with the shovels
Give them the fancy waistcoat
And the tamborine band

Screw the leaders
They don't lead
They lie, cheat and steal
Give it to the people lying in the drain
They don't want it
What's the point?
is what I say
Give all those butlers
to the ones in the gutter

Screw the people
Flock of sheep
Should end up burning on a fiery heap
Blood on carpet
Blood on stone
Blood on raw meat ripped from bone
Screw the people every one
Liars, beggers;
lawyers, cheaters,
stealers, wheelers
every one

More to the mountains
is what I say
Cry from every mountainside
"Let freedom ring!"
~~~~~~~s all of them;
"Freedom" ring;

Cry for the people who know the truth
Give them the fancy waistcoat and the tambourine band
They deserve it, every one.

Bren these two were very much in love as you can see - we could do with a bit more of this kind of love in this world :)

indeed we could Dotster

Maybe we could spread some of this love around this forum - pass it on :wink:

To My Friends

Turn me with the wind,
i will follow
Once i did choose
where i would wander
Now you light my path
and all else is darkness.
So i walk
where your lights shine
To soften external darkness,
As a candle flame
Softens the glow of a room
stepped into from night.
Now no matter where,
your candles burn
In the hollow of my heart
and there light
Is with me always.

Bren!
Are these real emotions?
When you are writing poems in the background are there true feelings???
Sometimes I imagine a fairyworld and the pictures coming through...

True feelings White Of high. My poems always reflect my thoughts and feelings at the time of writing them.Something might happen in the course of a day ,or i might ,see something,or experience something,that has an effect on me and i put my feelings/emotions ,into a poem.Wether it be feelings of joy at something beautiful,sadness,loss loneliness,despair,whatever,i put my feelings into a poem.

Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

Indeed Wonderfull!

Thanks Dotster :D

Thanks Tim :D

i wrote two ickle poems for mums pictures on world of angels and i thought i might type them on here for those of you who might want to read them (i dont usualy show them to other poeple). Sorry Tim if its bad of me to post them on both. :?

The Snow Angel

Though the wind blows cold,
and the eddying, frozen tears of man,
fall all around you now,
still your gentle fce looks down,
and prays us hope,

Mankinds quite time has come,
fear and pain has chilled to bone,
yet deep inside blooms warmth,
as you still sit lookng down.

Angel Of Light

Within the dark confines of the world,
only one light shines pure to our eyes,
that light is yours, a candle of hope,
God forbid that your light should flicker and dim,
you are set alone to help those who seek to see,
your embracing glow shines forever into eternity,
streching out before us guiding our way,
you were sent to: keep us,
save us,
love us,
lead us,
oh guardian of our faith,

Poetry has always been my way of expressing how i feel,Dotster.i write my feelings into the poem,so theyare very personel.With the exception of a couple i'm the only one that's ever read them! ,because a lot of people on this forum write poetry,i summoned up the courage to post a couple......it makes me happy that you like them. :D

Flying Mouse this is for you...
I'm new to the forum, and the first time i read your name (the flying mouse) it put me in mind of a poem that we studied at school (more years ago than i care to remember). i wondered if you'd come across it, and if indeed that's where the inspiration for your name came from. every time i read "the flying mouse" i think of the last line of this poem.


The Bat by Theodore Roethke

By day, the bat is cousin to the mouse
He likes the attic of an aging house
His fingers make a hat about his head
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees which face the corner light
But when he brushes up against the screen
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen
For something is amiss, or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face

:twisted: Hi Bren.
Sorry to disapoint you,but it's not how I came up with the name.
I can't remember where I read it,or who told me,that the German word for bat is Fliegermaus.Translated back into English you get Flying Mouse.
I though that this was very cool 8) ,and so The Flying Mouse was born.
UNFORTUNATLY,I asked R. to confirm that this info is correct,and it isn't :cry: .
But still,the Bat is a member of the rodent family,so it still works for me :D .
BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

The wind sighs, through silent trees,
grasses rustling sway upon the breeze,
and you are left cold,
as earths eternal sunset flickers,
fades,
and dies,
and you ask youself why?
why?
does evening fall to quick,
and steal the light of day...
why?
do blossems bright in the sun,
full of springs new hope curl and die...
why?
do the leafy fingers of fire lance from the sky,
swirling, scuttling on cold concrete, yet never rising high...
why?
is the fresh green grass curled,
and crisped by frost cold, icy touch...
why?
does the soft feathed down, of timeless clocks,
fall not float upon dead air...
why?
....for the fire bird has flown to the sun,
and springs-winter wheel, turns forever as one,
yet you are left standing here,
still,
amidst the flood of time....

Not to my knowledge.It's just describing a bat's appearance,they look like mice with wings and their faces ARE veryhuman to look at...if you have ever studied one!
The Flying Mouse is a good name whatever your reason for choosing it.

Scattered Tears

With that flickering light,
our lives are forever changing,
refracted,
as light from scattered tears,
pools form to ice,
and shine frozen,
by hearts dark winter chill,
when that candle flame,
casts shadows all around,
a mirror of our coming hope.

Sorry to go off topic again :oops: .
Meat himself said yesterday on the Graham Norton show that the word Fliegermaus is on the cover of the Russian edition of Bat Out Of Hell :mrgreen: .
dosvedaniya 8)

I missed you all very much while i was away,
Kept wondering how you all were and what you were doing,
so i wrote this for all of you.

Thoughts from a clifftop

Gentle waves break on the rocks,
A path of sunlight dances,
Across the expanse of endless blue,
But my thoughts are not of the ocean,
They are of you.

Here on this lonely clifftop,
Beside a sea,
Of sparkling green and blue,
Sitting in the warm evening sun,
I'm thinking of you.

On a rock the lighthouse, quiet sentinel stands,
the wispiest of clouds,
drift across a sky of softest blue,
my thoughts drift with the clouds,
back to you.

Wildflowers chase across the clifftops,
'til they tumble,
from my view,
in the midst of all this beauty,
my thoughts are of you.

A golden eye of sun, nesting in a bed of grey cloud,
stoops to kiss the water,
'til orange fire burns across the blue,
but my thoughts are not of the sunset,
they are of you.

The sun drains the sky of colour,
as it falls behind the cloud,
soft muted greys of evening shroud the view,
theres a silver sheen on the ocean,
but my thoughts are with you.

Darkness falls in descending peace,
just the waves, soft-whispered caress,
all other sound has ceased,
night wraps and steals the view,
alone here in the stillness,
still i think of you.

love to you all.
Bren.

Bren :lol: Thanks :lol: that's lovely

these r all v good

Hi there! ickle poem for you, see if you can guess what its about....

Your sharp fingers curl,
Through dry-water shined glass,
And sleep blurred eyes,

Dancing, flickering halos glow,
As a breif flash illuminates my world,
Your line if guidance snakes across,
This dark insubstantial land,

Light on air makes blacker still,
The deepening pool of night,
Flick-flick-flick as round we go,
Seen once but never-maybe-always twice,

As cold air thickens on dripping panes,
Your glow does slice,
A never faltering path of light...

lighting? sunrise?

nope! :lol: nothing so poetic! its a street light viewed at night through a car window!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

well aint you a cleva bunch of bunnies!!

thank you Testify! :D

ur welcome, aslong as u dont call me strange!!

sorry :oops:

oh no u dont have to apologise, cos u explained that it wasnt me, hmmm tho i wonder!!

I'm sitting here,
wasting time,
wondering to myself,
do poems have to rhyme?

do they sound right,
if somebody writes,
a line or two,
without a rhyme in sight?

and as i sit,
time passes by,
wow i've written a poem,
dont ask me why.

Pipistrelle

Night settles to softness.
Muted sounds
soft-blanket the twilight
hushed all around.
Across the evening gold and blue
two pipistrelles fly in to view
on silent wings.
They flit and dance across the night
and chase the moths
attracted by the window light.
Scarcely a movement stirs the trees.
An owl glides by
with long-practised ease
alights in the tall pine
noiselessly.
The pipestrelles
thier patterns weave
all around the sky.
They swoop and soar
in restless flight
a shadow dance
upon the night.
And i wish that i
had wings to fly,
as freely as my thoughts,
that forever fly to you.
Then none would ask
or question why?
and i too could dance
about the sky.

Shadows deepen
silhouettes grow,
the sky has lost it's light.
The scent of Honeys.uckle and roses
drifts on the night.
Night walks across the lawn
and passed the flower beds.
The bats aerial display
has ceased.
Night falls on the garden
and shrouds it in peace.
The owl on silent wings
flies off in to the night,
leaving me
in the darkness
alone.




sorry for the strange typing of the plant name before roses....the computer thinks it's a swear word!! when typed properly!

Thanks Bren for leading me here! :wink: Really you all produce awesome stuff!!! Wouldn't this be worth being published? :D Hope you don't mind me posting some of my things here as well? :oops:


IRISH LOVE

Sweet sunset in the Uplands,
The daylight slowly dies.
A soft breeze wipes my bitter tears
Tenderly off my eyes.

The stones of Giant's Causeway
Seem to be paved with gold.
I've travelled a hundred thousand miles
For you my love to hold.

The setting sunlight shines like stars,
It's sparkling in the sea.
Not long ago you said you would
Go catch the stars for me...

Now it seems the stars you caught
Are buried beneath the waves.
Each sunset kisses them goodnight,
Watching over their graves.

When the pale moon's up on Galway Bay
And the island falls asleep
I feel the rain come pouring down
As if the skies would weep.

First one by one the raindrops fall
On meadows, trees and hills.
And when the wind blows rain-clouds hither
I can feel the autumn chills...

I'm longing for the fireside
You and me once sat by.
I can hear your laughter in the air,
Turning into a cry.

I notice with a shock it's me
I'm crying out my pain.
I'll never understand that you
Will not come back again...

When I saw her lying in your arms
I thought it must be fate.
I lost the ground beneath my feet
And felt my heart would break.

I had suspected you'd fall for that girl
Who's sweeter than a rose of Tralee.
But you had told me I'd be your own true love
And I did believe in thee...

Now what's become of the promises,
They have lost the value of their words.
I never would have thought our perfect love
Would someday be what mostly hurts...

I'm now going home to Kildare valley,
To my little baby boy's bed.
My heart is heavy - you do not know him
- And he will never know his dad...

I try to raise him as good as I can,
I give him all my love.
And I will sing him lonely tunes
When the stars shine from above.

My grief's as big as the Mountains of Mourne
Every time the memories come.
And these memories will never go away
For I see them in the eyes of our son...

Before I put myself to bed
I will sing a lullaby.
And I will love him 'til the end of time
And love you 'til I die.

Wild Honey, of course we don't mind you posting stuff here,that's what it's for.
Beautiful poem by the way.

I've always had a love of poetry, so the more poets that post here the better as far as i'm concerned, otherwise this topic keeps dropping into obscurity.
Hope you visit regularly.

Here's another political poem and some other odd ramblings:

America The Beautiful

Burn the building
Under the sweet moonlight
Shovel the bodies
Hear the moon cry down

America the beautiful
Declares, freedom, for all
Mountains of bones
In the minds of the children
Night turns to day
Independence
Seems to vanish, in the haze
Take your hands! Off of my land
Reap the rewards of your father
America the beautiful
Take your hands! Off my land
Independence, vanishing in the haze
On this land, of my fathers
Nowhere to run.



There's one, it's very vague and the point isn't conveyed that well.
Here's some more random stuff.

To The Stars

To the stars
On high above
Up in the navy sky

Upon the silver rain
We’ll fly
Way up into the sky

Hey, it's a political lyric!

This is a lyric I wrote for my own band, we're still working on the music.

“We hold these truths to be self –evident—
that all men are created equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights;
that among these are life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness”

You can say what you will
That they are all are made from the same mould
You can take your suicide pills
Just to stop the degradation you feel

You need to wake up and taste what’s real
It’s more than just what you can feel
The people at the top aren’t like you
No matter what they say it isn’t true

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la. . .

The government makes me ill
It sickens me that they could be so cold
Sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled
Writing poems with the daisy print wheel

You need to feel the blood on your head
Where a child was bludgeoned in his bed
They’re violent just like you
And they see in black and white too

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la la la
La la la



Wow. Inspiring stuff I think. :wink:

We lie here still in golden fields,
The sun does gently heat,
And light the mighty sword he wields,
As we lie amongst the wheat,

We shall stay here still forever more,
Till the mighty sun does die,
And all the time that drifts away,
Won't ever make us cry,

We lie here in the moonlit fields,
The stars do shine above,
And now the silver moon will say,
How wonderful is love.


MORE! MORE POETRY!

Probably my most depressing piece. Though it still lacks structure and meaning.

Wisdom Is Madness

Sentenced to premature wisdom
I must lie awake all night. Pondering
the trivialities of life and self
And the irony of the pain they bring
I ask not for pity, or for charity
I ask that you leave me here on the floor
Surrounded by paper balls
Forgotten from before
Take me back to my joyous years
When my ignorance was not a crime
When I’d laugh and cry
And recover in good time
Though, once you know
you can never go back
You’re stuck with all this insight
Yet there’s something it lacks
That you can’t quite cuss,
There’s a meaning somewhere
Written inside of your head
But it’s hidden under all that hair
You have it on the tip of your tongue
It’s so close that you can taste it
The bitter taste of truth
When tragedy strikes
You’re knocked down again
You’re head is bleeding now
And your brain quietly weeps
The truth has been flung from your lips
It now must be repeated
All the pondering and the pain
Brought down from the pedestal
From where you once were seated
It is now that you realise what a fool you really are
That all this wisdom crap is just you being conceited
And now the real pain begins
At least before you had some idea,
However wrong
Of who, what and where you are
There is but one explanation
That you have to confess:
That all is Hell
And you suffer from madness




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Everytime I post here this thread goes silent.

not true,just didn't have time on my last visit to read and appreciate all that you had written.
keep posting them...i enjoy reading them.

A haiku about my 100 posts.


One hundred posts! Yay!
Hundred Posts! Callooh! Callay!
Postwhore! Here I come!

nice one Eyeore ! :lol:

Thanks! :lol:

hi eyeore,congratulations.a little ditty for you.
100 posts, your bound to do more.
one hundred
already ,is a great score,
welcome to being our next great postwhore.
:lol:

In the words of Fonzy the great, "Eeey!".

Eyeore Congratulations = from little acorns ........

*Eyeore grins at all the attention*

Hey Eyeore! A little belated, but Congrats from me as well! :D 100 posts is a lot, whoa! And poor little me is still trying to get the 50 complete. :wink:

However folks, here's a poem erm... It's a thoughtful one.


LETTER TO GOD

Please excuse me, God
but why are children dying?
What have they done?

See they can't have committed any crime;
they are innocent!

God, why are people hungry and ill?
Why do You punish the ones that didn't sin?

Dear God, they pray faithfully.
They love You.

Why don't You take care of them
and blame the guilty ones instead?

Don't You think it would be fairer?

You can see who is good
and who starts the wars.

If so, what about some justice?

I know You love everyone the same.
But please God, think it through again,
will You?

Quaint. I like it.

Wild Honey!
Good lines. Good question.

Thank you! :oops:

Um, this one I have written for someone very very special. It goes out to my love - who has saved me in every possible way...


# 21022003 DREAM

Whispers, comforting in my ears.
Calming, taking away my fears.
Always loving, always warm.
Guiding me safely through any storm.
Your words
Oh, how I love the way you talk.

Glimmering, like stars they shine.
Makes me feel that this love is devine.
One look of you and my heart starts to race.
You make me so happy when I look at your face.
Your eyes
Oh, how I love the way you look at me.

Your hands are tender, you're protecing me.
I shiver down my spine when you're stroking me.
Every move you make, the way that you caress,
It gives me the feeling that I am the best.
Your touch
Oh, how I love the way you touch me.

You are so unique, you are so dear to me.
You are so special and always here for me.
Sometimes I still wonder how I deserve it.
Sometimes I still ask myself am I worth it?
Your love
Oh, how I love you...

Rainfall

Rain falls
like an inner sadness,
blurring the vision
like tears held back.
A weight of sadness
leans upon me now
and i wish i could make things right.
Rain falls
Tears cry down the window.
White petals torn
storm-tossed, dance
a summer blizzard across my lawn
in wild turmoil.
Reflecting how i feel.
Rain falls
softly on my memories.
Past and present
blur through rain.
The tear-streaked windows
silently cry my pain,
and i wish i could turn back Time.

This one made me cry, Bren. WONDERFUL!!!

Thankyou ,Wild Honey.

The last night of the fair,
The stony steel is broken silence,
And warm blood gushes
from the head of the broken doll

The boy was stabbed,
His mousey hair torn to shreds
His body flipped,
His flesh was ripped,
And the whirling waltzer came to a halt.
~
Sorry if this offended anyone. It's kind of an angry poem inspired by The Smiths' classic "Rusholme Ruffians".

8O Whoa! I like it, Eyeore!

Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .

Eyeore, this shows that you are unique! :D I like it, it comes from the heart. And isn't it very relieving to be able to express feelings by writing? :) Keep up your work Eyeore, you shouldn't care too much about whether others like what you write!
I think this is the case with every other poet. You can't expect everyone to like it.
8)


Love Like A Rose

Love is gentle.
Love is touch and feeling.
Love is like a silky flower,
standing in full bloom
when you fall for your one and only.

Love is pride
like a rose so red and beautiful
in all her precious grace.

But do not forget that
a rose has thorns.
Thorns that can make
your heart bleed and break.

The beauty of a rose
may fade.

Only the rose of a true deep love
will last forever.
And even if her blossoms die,
the sweet smell will stay.

Eternally.

Love

'Tis the fire that heats the pyre of passion,
'Tis the elequent poem the soothes the mind,
'Tis the music the sings as the angel,
'Tis the mighty sky that never fails to comfort
When all around is gone.

Love is that fire that warms your heart
Love is that fire that burns your house to ashes
Fortuitous that your house is burnéd:
Now you see the moon.
~

Eyeore, many people don't appreciate my style of poetry either, doesn't stop me writing them, i always have always will.I like and enjoy reading what you writebecause it's very different.
Poetry is a very personal thing ,especially if you write from the heart with feeling,as Wild Honey said.
Keep writing them Eyeore.

Iparticularly liked the poem in your previous post.


Wild Honey,
Love like a rose,..nice poem

Thanx for all the support guys. All the poems in this thread have been great and I too enjoy reading them. Keep it up peeps. Keep the thread alive! 8)